peace

 




I want to go
to the prairie
when the sun
is setting,
giving the hard,
dry earth, the
shrubs, the Mesa's
a red, rusty tinge

I will carry along
a drum or flute
and call Kokopellie
to join me

and we will

dance

dance

and

dance

while the lizards,
scorpion's and
coyote's
smile